chronicles of idiosyncrasy

thanksgiving

Jack was responsible for cooking the turkeys for the soup kitchen crew.

He used a big shiny garbage can and bags and bags of coals — and a six-pack of beer, though that was mostly for him. He placed the turkeys under the garbage can and set the coals afire around the turkeys and the can.

I asked him how he knew when the turkeys were done, since he could not check on the progress midway. Jack explained that there was a lot of hope involved in his process. And so it came to be that Jack was in charge of hope at tonight’s meal at the soup kitchen.